The challenge has been cast. The gauntlet thrown down. Many have been called, few have answered. On the planet Hacknor... On Fire Island D, twelve brave contestants will compete.
Two remain, but there can be only one.
Who will falter? Who will thrive? Who will be
"This is it, ladies and gentlemen. This is the final challenge, the last hoorah, the final countdown. Your toughest challenge yet."
"Oh are we going to pull a challenge out of a hat like last year?"
From behind his back, Jon produces a hat.
"You got it, Kriss. Within this hat is several pieces of paper; pull one out and read that challenge, Gladiators."
"We'd all be better off if you did, Henchman. That challenge may be in there or maybe you'll be launched out of a cannon or maybe you need to save a planet from a horrific plague. Who knows? Well, that hat knows I guess."
"And the contestants are judging again?"
"That's right, but in addition to all contestants, the viewers get a vote as well. Who will win, the Jedi who's been taking on these last several challenges like gangbusters or the unstoppable cybernetic juggernaut? So, who's choosing first?"
"How about ladies first."
Dark Jedi Kriss reaches for the hat.
"Oh wait, did I mention that you'll be drawing for your opponent?"